Spanish Market was incredible, or so I heard. We did not get there this year. Thanks Shirley. Indian Market will be my next chance to get some of that great corn.
I felt that my posting about the dead person on the bus was a bit vague and here I am to fix that lack of info. A lady that was traveling on a tour bus out of Mexico died of heat related issues and the driver pulled in here to off-load the rest of the passengers and proceeded to the hospital in Las Vegas for them to see to the dead lady. Police were called and 4 state cops responded. The hospital did not resurrect the dead lady and as of this writing she remains dead.
Sometimes, when I’m sitting here in the early morning hours writing this shit, I have to pause in wonder of all the weird stuff that happens here. So many strange things. So many strange people. While I would love to sell this place, I have to say that the thought of what I may miss in the future makes me think I’ll be a bit sad when it does eventually sell.
Dennis, I’m wearing a black shirt and tan shorts.
Sorry about that, I should have posted that earlier. I don’t know what it is about females, but since Dennis and I both wear a lot of Carhartt shirts, it’s gonna happen that we wear the same color shirt on occasion. Men never notice or comment about this thing, but females always comment about it. I guess its one of the basic insecurities that women face since this type of thing never happens to them. I’m sure that the all check when they get together. Yesterday Dennis and I wore green Carhartt shirts, his was a Henley and mine was a t-shirt. DAMES!
Shirley’s home.
yay. She’s in a mood too. Won’t respond unless nagged. Just glares at us. Spent the evening looking in an empty glass. Good thing both Nina and Tori are good at nagging Shirley to a response.
The doctor says that Shirley is at the beginning of the end. It kinda makes me sad to know this but I hope it happens sooner than later. She has no quality of life. She doesn’t respond to any attempt of stimulation. She just exists. Her systems are just at the point of shutting down.
The Royal Baby
Does anyone care? Me either but I bet it’s a girl.
A tour bus left a large group of Mexican tourists here and took a dead person to the hospital. They spent a lot of money here, but it was still strange to have that explained to me on a Sunday while I was away from the place.
I got to notarize some stuff for a friend but I had to drive there to do it. Not something I have needed to do before. I think I need to advertise a mobile notary service. $5 here, $25 there.
Dennis and I picked up Erin. We had a nice drive. Erin was glad to see Dennis, not sure about the Herns.
I had Will sign a medical P.O.A. for the trip allowing me to have Erin treated in case of an emergency. He was happy to do so and thanked me for thinking of it.
Well, the cops and tourists have all left finally. There were a lot of nervous locals trying to figure out why the cops were here and why they were so concerned with the tourists.
One of the cops amused me a bit. Everytime he touched one of the tourists, he’d come into the store and use the hand sanitizer that we have on the counter. I saw him use that stuff 4 times and they all were here longer than I was.
Rain and lightning across the highway.
Just heard from Nina, she’s bringing Shirley home around 6 p.m. You’d think that the hospital would be more considerate about the times they release people.
As the title suggests, I’m picking up Erin from Will’s today. Always a fun trip.
While I’m doing that, Nina is going to see if Shirley is ready to come home. We’re kinda surprised how long the hospital has kept her. Even more surprised that she survived the visit.
Spanish Market today! For those that don’t know what Spanish Market is, it’s a big art show in the plaza of Santa Fe featuring local Spanish inspired art. They also sell fire roasted, butter dipped corn on the cob there.
Corn is the primary reason for our visit. People watching is secondary. The art is just there to bring the first two to the plaza.
May bring Erin with us. She’s up for anything outdoors.
Now all that’s needed is for Shirley to be a good girl and not queer things for the day.
Even a broken clock gets the time right twice a day.
Yesterday we met again and finally chose the marketing firm that will handle all the marketing for the city and the county. I spent 6 hours going through he packets and grading each firm and it turns out that I was the lazy one doing this. Most spent 8 to 10 hours doing this work. I guess the grading system worked though, we all agreed on the same firm. Sorry, I can’t tell you who it is, I’ve been sworn to secrecy.
Shirley should come home from the hospital today or tomorrow. It turns out that she didn’t have pneumonia, but a urinary tract infection. I won’t go into the details that Nina told me. Your welcome.
She was severely dehydrated too and they kept her this long to make sure she is rehydrated fully. I’m pretty sure she’ll do this again as soon as she gets home. The doctor told Nina she is at the beginning of the end. He has no idea how long, but it can come anytime or it she could last 2 years, max.
I did lunch yesterday. All alone. No Nina. No Tori. No Andy. No Erin. No Dennis. No Joe. No committee. No politicians. It was nice, I just read.
Tomorrow, Dennis and I will be installing the new surveillance system. Damned things are expensive! Oh well, it’ll be nice to see all parts of the store again.
Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until they speak.
Nina will check on Shirley this morning and hopes to see the doctor.
I’m kicking Tori’s butt on Scrabble. Kicking it hard!
Mike and Kathy are back in the area and asking for credit again. Yesterday I told her no in uncertain terms. She’s desperate and is telling me that I know they’re good for it.
BULLSHIT!
Excuse me, that response is kinda like a sneeze with some people these days.
While they claim they are leaving, I can’t see it happening. No money honey!
Our property is nice and green thanks to the recent rains. It looks good.
Shirley is in the hospital. In an earlier posting I’ve listed the highly technical terms for all to peruse.
The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain. Why do plain people in Spain always get wet? Oh well, this isn’t Spain but we’re getting rain here too. I spent a few hours yesterday grading my driving surfaces that suffered because of Spain’s rains hitting my place.
Then Joe came and borrowed my tractor. As God as my witness, I never thought that he’d destroy my tractor again, but he managed to do so. “Honest Glen, I was driving with the blade raised all the way up and it wasn’t dragging on the ground. I checked repeatedly and I know it wasn’t on the ground, but all of a sudden BAM! it snagged on an invisible rock that was never there before and I sheared this huge thick pin that carries the box blade.”
He brought Steven with him to tell me because he knows I won’t beat a friend in front of his kid. Well played Joe.
Lucky I had a few spares lying around here. I gave him 5 to make sure he was able to finish grading his road. I haven’t checked how many he used.
These pins are 1 inch thick, solid case hardened steel pins. Maybe they were Chinese.
Last night Nina and I walked into el Rialto around 7 p.m. We never go out to eat that late, but with Shirley in the hospital and that hospital’s efficient admissions procedures, late was when we ate. All the employees asked if we were ok. I guess a 2 hour late arrival worried them. It’s nice to be known at a favorite haunt.
We get home yesterday around 8:30 and Tori was livid. She immediately knew that we’d been drinking and took my keys from me. Too late, I was home and headed to bed. I found my keys on the kitchen table this morning. Two drinks each and Tori turns to a prohibition maven, talk about overkill!
Nina’s going to the foot doctor today. Maybe she’ll be without a brace again? I think it’s been a year since she broke her foot on our vacation and she’s still limping around in a brace. Weak bones come from weak genes. Just saying . . . don’t hate the messenger. I wish we had taken her to the hospital in London.
Facetime is fun and I found out that Apple has versions of it for Window’s machines and people running alternate operating systems. Free downloads too! Pretty cool of Apple to make this happen.
Always remember that you are absolutely unique… Just like everyone else…
Disclaimer: Not all of the above is 100% true. I was feeling a bit creative this morning and that results in bullshit being added to facts. Ain’t I a fun guy?
I am a husband, father, grandfather, friend, business owner, traveller, Harley rider, citizen, patriot, gun owner, politically eclectic person of strange personal habits. I support police, trust no politicians, and can argue any side of an argument just to amuse myself. People love me or hate me and those that are in-between don't know me.
